The Outaw

HIM

I tripped.

I was on stage, lacking focus and tripped on something, a cable, my foot, the floor maybe.

I have been rehearsing this show over and over, and I. Fucking. Tripped.

That's gonna become a meme, I can just feel it. Or should I say, I just know it.

I was singing Lost in Japan one minute, then the sing anger and the next thing I'm singing, "how could you make me believe, that there was something in between you and me yeah, I look around and don't see you." My thoughts shot to Bianca, how we connected the last night and ten she was gone the next morning. I still couldn't get over it, get over her.

"Where were you in the morn-" my foot got caught on something and I felt my body suddenly fall forward. Out of instinct and reflex, I caught myself from hitting he ground.

Now I sat in the same hotel room where she left me, sitting on my bed with my face in my hands, feeling humiliated and ridiculous.

After the show I came straight to the hotel and locked myself in the hotel room. I didn't want to talk to anyone about my stumble, everyone would just ask me constant questions.

What am I doing to myself? How could I let this girl get to my head?

I turned my phone off, not wanting to talk to anyone, and flopped down on the bed, resting my hands on my face.

I eventually fell asleep and woke to a knock one the door. My eyes still felt heavy when I opened them, and I was stiff and groggy as I sat up. Was there really a knock? Is it Andrew coming too check on me? If I don't answer it, will the go away?

Then there was an even louder knock, like they were impatiently pounding on the door with their fist.

I decided to answer, standing and made my way to the door. Not even bothering to glance through the peek hole, I swing he door open and a body stumbles into my room, falling into me. I quickly shut the door as we stumbled back into the room.

I look down and realized the I was holding Bianca, but she didn't look like her normal-self. Her face was cover in bruises and scratches, and there was blood along side here hairline.

My eyes widened, "Bianca..." Was all I could say, I didn't know what else to say.

Her eyes grew weary, with exhaustion I'm assuming, I wasn't end sure if she knew where she was.

I gently grab here by her arms and guide her to the bed to sit her down.

"I'm gonna call an ambulance," I tell her, then her eyes snapped to mine with full awareness.

"No!"

"Bianca, look at yourself-"

"No ambulance or police..." Her eyes grew weary again, "they can't get... involved..."

"Well then I'll take you to the hospital."

"No," she said again.

Wow Shawn, you really know how to pick 'em.

"Okay, fine no ambulance," I assured her, "who did this to you?"

"Markus..."

Her eyes started to flutter, she must have lost quite a bit of blood or it was from her hitting her head, maybe both.

"Hey, stay awake," I tell her.

Her eyes widen, and she straightened, but then within a second she slouched back down and her eyes drooped.

This isn't gonna work.

I scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom where I sit her on the edge of the counter. I snatched up a white rag from off the shelf, feeling bad for about to ruining it and for it wet with warm water.

After ringing it out enough, I turned to her and her tired eyes were already on me, though I don't think she could see me.

I stood in front of her and began to gently dab and wash off the blood on her face. She winced when the touched certain parts or if I dabbed slightly too hard. Her eyes were fixed on either my eyes or face, consider in that was probably the only thing that she could see with our faces just several inches away.

I didn't realize she was grabbing the bottom of my shirt until she unintentionally pulled me more toward her.

When the blood was gone, my hand dropped, and her face fell into my chest. I threw the rag into the sink, and lightly set my hand on top of her of the back of her head, gently petting her hair.

What happened to her? What situation is she in? Does she need help? Could I help her? Would she let me help her?

I held her for a couple more minutes, then took her back to the bed to let her rest. I sat at the foot of the bed and listened to her light breathing as sh slept.

Then I woke up staring at the ceiling. I fell asleep. When the hell did I fall asleep?

I quickly turn look to see if Bianca was still here.

She was and she was sitting with her legs crossed and her eyes wondered around the room until my head turned then her eyes locked with mine.

She look confused under her mask of bruises, her big brown eyes looked as if they were trying to figure out if she was in a dream or if she was really here.

I sat up and she shot off the bed, "how the hell did I get here?"